When I was younger, I went to a fair number of cons. I wasn't the sort to travel much for it, but Boston was a pretty decent hub for such things, so there would usually be a couple each year I could hit without much trouble. I'd drag a friend or two, and we'd see … Continue reading NYCC (or: I have extroverted, and lived to tell about it)

The night before THE COLD BETWEEN was released, I jotted down some of my eve-of-publication impressions. I'm glad I did that, because my memory of feeling that way is entirely intellectual. That odd sense of pre-vulnerability is lost to me now, and I'm here, in the world where the book has been out for eight … Continue reading 56 Days Later